Breaking Her Control: A Steamy Collection
She smiled lightly, brushing her fingers against my spine, and the small, fleeting contact sent a tremor through me that I could not contain.
The class ended too soon. I lingered under the guise of stretching, trying not to stare, trying to act casual, but she came over anyway. Her eyes found mine, and I felt my pulse spike as she crouched near my mat to adjust my alignment further. “You’re tense…” she said softly, the corner of her mouth curving into a subtle smile. The warmth of her breath brushed my ear as she spoke, and I shivered involuntarily. “Relax. Breathe…”